Re: [CoTyroneMailingList] Bob the Protestant Horse.
The Irish Country Doctor series is definitely enjoyable and a feel good series and I’ve put “Bob” on my reading list... On, perhaps, another (depressing) note...is a series of three books written by Charles Eagan on the great Irish famine 1. The Killing Snows 2. The Exile Breed 3. Cold is the Dawn Excellent historical fiction. Sent from my iPad > On Jun 30, 2020, at 7:36 AM, Mary via CoTyroneList > wrote: > > A series of books I enjoy is the Irish Country Doctor books by Patrick > Taylor, a native of Northern Ireland. They take place in fictional > Ballybucklebo near Bangor in County Down. I don't have Gordon's perspective, > and of course they are a bit romanticized, but they are good reads that > leave you feeling good. > > -Original Message- > From: CoTyroneList On Behalf Of > Gordon Wilkinson via CoTyroneList > Sent: Tuesday, June 30, 2020 12:12 AM > To: cotyronelist@cotyroneireland.com > Cc: Gordon Wilkinson > Subject: [CoTyroneMailingList] Bob the Protestant Horse. > > We've mentioned "Bob, the Protestant Horse" by Michael McDonald. > > Once I started to read it, I couldn't but it down. It is a humourous, > whimsical and very true description of Irish rural life in the 1950s. > Loved his dry Irish humour. I can vouch that what the author says is true, > every word! I suspect that it is a real account of his early life experences > 'down on the farm'. > > The memories it brought back to me. My paternal ancestors came from > Blackwater country near Dungannon, and on the maternal side, from Portadown, > although my parents were born and bred in Belfast. Like our wee Michael in > the book, I too was not born in Ireland, but in England, and when we > returned to Belfast during the war, I was always referred to as the > foreigner. My story is so much a mirror of wee Michael's I could have almost > written it. I recall the "brown" of Belfast - clothing, decor, everything > seemed to be brown!!! Even the black & white, hand-coloured photos of our > family taken at the time are with brown clothes! The memories kept swarming > back: the wet cobble stones and square-sets of the roads, the draught-horses > slipping on the ice, the smell and noise of the city, the Saturday night tin > bath in front of the fire - coal in Belfast. > > Living with my grandparents until we emigrated to Australia, I recall > G'dad's taciturn nature. He adored my younger sister, but had little time > for an over-active 6 yo. > > Then spending summer holidays on Robbo's farm (the Robinsons had a farm at > Hillsborough, Co. Down) helping with the harvest, early morning chores like > milk, eggs, water from the pump in the yard - no running water, earthen > floor. I can't recall wearing anythig but wellies, except in summer when we > went barefoot. Rationing on all things except chewing gum and ice-cream, > making butter in the churn, coal fire in Belfast, peat in Hillsborough, the > new Ferguson tractor (father's business was making agricultural machinery > and selling tractors), oh the awful butter-milk which, like wee Michael, I > just couldn't stomach. Then the religious divide - so real and so > unnesessary. I think that that was one reason my parents chose to emigrate. > But perhaps the most striking feature of the story, written in > conversational style, is the phraseology. It is so like our family > conversations. The words, the expressions, the dropped letters, the way the > sentences are structured - I can hear, now, my aunt, mother and gran in the > kitchen, all talking simultaneously to each other and yet each following the > other's conversation perfectly. A lovely story, thanks for mentioning it. > > Gordon > > BTW, when we arrived in Australia in '48 my sister and I spent several > summers with an aunt and uncle in rural Victoria. Although the most densely > populated state, that town wasn't connected to the grid until 1968, so we > were already accustomed to the oil lamps and wood-fired stove. > > > ___ > CoTyroneList Mailing List > Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com Change Your > Preferences: > http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com > Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY > > > ___ > CoTyroneList Mailing List > Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com > Change Your Preferences: > http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com > Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY ___ CoTyroneList Mailing List Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com Change Your Preferences: http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY
Re: [CoTyroneMailingList] Bob the Protestant Horse.
A series of books I enjoy is the Irish Country Doctor books by Patrick Taylor, a native of Northern Ireland. They take place in fictional Ballybucklebo near Bangor in County Down. I don't have Gordon's perspective, and of course they are a bit romanticized, but they are good reads that leave you feeling good. -Original Message- From: CoTyroneList On Behalf Of Gordon Wilkinson via CoTyroneList Sent: Tuesday, June 30, 2020 12:12 AM To: cotyronelist@cotyroneireland.com Cc: Gordon Wilkinson Subject: [CoTyroneMailingList] Bob the Protestant Horse. We've mentioned "Bob, the Protestant Horse" by Michael McDonald. Once I started to read it, I couldn't but it down. It is a humourous, whimsical and very true description of Irish rural life in the 1950s. Loved his dry Irish humour. I can vouch that what the author says is true, every word! I suspect that it is a real account of his early life experences 'down on the farm'. The memories it brought back to me. My paternal ancestors came from Blackwater country near Dungannon, and on the maternal side, from Portadown, although my parents were born and bred in Belfast. Like our wee Michael in the book, I too was not born in Ireland, but in England, and when we returned to Belfast during the war, I was always referred to as the foreigner. My story is so much a mirror of wee Michael's I could have almost written it. I recall the "brown" of Belfast - clothing, decor, everything seemed to be brown!!! Even the black & white, hand-coloured photos of our family taken at the time are with brown clothes! The memories kept swarming back: the wet cobble stones and square-sets of the roads, the draught-horses slipping on the ice, the smell and noise of the city, the Saturday night tin bath in front of the fire - coal in Belfast. Living with my grandparents until we emigrated to Australia, I recall G'dad's taciturn nature. He adored my younger sister, but had little time for an over-active 6 yo. Then spending summer holidays on Robbo's farm (the Robinsons had a farm at Hillsborough, Co. Down) helping with the harvest, early morning chores like milk, eggs, water from the pump in the yard - no running water, earthen floor. I can't recall wearing anythig but wellies, except in summer when we went barefoot. Rationing on all things except chewing gum and ice-cream, making butter in the churn, coal fire in Belfast, peat in Hillsborough, the new Ferguson tractor (father's business was making agricultural machinery and selling tractors), oh the awful butter-milk which, like wee Michael, I just couldn't stomach. Then the religious divide - so real and so unnesessary. I think that that was one reason my parents chose to emigrate. But perhaps the most striking feature of the story, written in conversational style, is the phraseology. It is so like our family conversations. The words, the expressions, the dropped letters, the way the sentences are structured - I can hear, now, my aunt, mother and gran in the kitchen, all talking simultaneously to each other and yet each following the other's conversation perfectly. A lovely story, thanks for mentioning it. Gordon BTW, when we arrived in Australia in '48 my sister and I spent several summers with an aunt and uncle in rural Victoria. Although the most densely populated state, that town wasn't connected to the grid until 1968, so we were already accustomed to the oil lamps and wood-fired stove. ___ CoTyroneList Mailing List Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com Change Your Preferences: http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY ___ CoTyroneList Mailing List Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com Change Your Preferences: http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY
Re: [CoTyroneMailingList] Bob the Protestant Horse.
Gordon - based on your comments, I went looking on Google for a copy as our library here in Ontario doesn't have one of course. I found a used one for $Cdn79 all the way down to ordering a NEW copy from Lulu.com at $US12.95. I'm anxious to read it when it arrives in abt 2 weeks. Thanks for the tip Jim McKane Kitchener, Ontario On Tue, Jun 30, 2020 at 12:12 AM Gordon Wilkinson via CoTyroneList < cotyronelist@cotyroneireland.com> wrote: > We've mentioned "Bob, the Protestant Horse" by Michael McDonald. > > Once I started to read it, I couldn't but it down. It is a humourous, > whimsical and very true description of Irish rural life in the 1950s. > Loved his dry Irish humour. I can vouch that what the author says is > true, every word! I suspect that it is a real account of his early life > experences 'down on the farm'. > > The memories it brought back to me. My paternal ancestors came from > Blackwater country near Dungannon, and on the maternal side, from > Portadown, although my parents were born and bred in Belfast. Like our > wee Michael in the book, I too was not born in Ireland, but in England, > and when we returned to Belfast during the war, I was always referred to > as the foreigner. My story is so much a mirror of wee Michael's I could > have almost written it. I recall the "brown" of Belfast - clothing, > decor, everything seemed to be brown!!! Even the black & white, > hand-coloured photos of our family taken at the time are with brown > clothes! The memories kept swarming back: the wet cobble stones and > square-sets of the roads, the draught-horses slipping on the ice, the > smell and noise of the city, the Saturday night tin bath in front of the > fire - coal in Belfast. > > Living with my grandparents until we emigrated to Australia, I recall > G'dad's taciturn nature. He adored my younger sister, but had little > time for an over-active 6 yo. > > Then spending summer holidays on Robbo's farm (the Robinsons had a farm > at Hillsborough, Co. Down) helping with the harvest, early morning > chores like milk, eggs, water from the pump in the yard - no running > water, earthen floor. I can't recall wearing anythig but wellies, except > in summer when we went barefoot. Rationing on all things except chewing > gum and ice-cream, making butter in the churn, coal fire in Belfast, > peat in Hillsborough, the new Ferguson tractor (father's business was > making agricultural machinery and selling tractors), oh the awful > butter-milk which, like wee Michael, I just couldn't stomach. Then the > religious divide - so real and so unnesessary. I think that that was one > reason my parents chose to emigrate. But perhaps the most striking > feature of the story, written in conversational style, is the > phraseology. It is so like our family conversations. The words, the > expressions, the dropped letters, the way the sentences are structured - > I can hear, now, my aunt, mother and gran in the kitchen, all talking > simultaneously to each other and yet each following the other's > conversation perfectly. A lovely story, thanks for mentioning it. > > Gordon > > BTW, when we arrived in Australia in '48 my sister and I spent several > summers with an aunt and uncle in rural Victoria. Although the most > densely populated state, that town wasn't connected to the grid until > 1968, so we were already accustomed to the oil lamps and wood-fired stove. > > > ___ > CoTyroneList Mailing List > Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com > Change Your Preferences: > http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com > Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY > ___ CoTyroneList Mailing List Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com Change Your Preferences: http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY
[CoTyroneMailingList] Bob the Protestant Horse.
We've mentioned "Bob, the Protestant Horse" by Michael McDonald. Once I started to read it, I couldn't but it down. It is a humourous, whimsical and very true description of Irish rural life in the 1950s. Loved his dry Irish humour. I can vouch that what the author says is true, every word! I suspect that it is a real account of his early life experences 'down on the farm'. The memories it brought back to me. My paternal ancestors came from Blackwater country near Dungannon, and on the maternal side, from Portadown, although my parents were born and bred in Belfast. Like our wee Michael in the book, I too was not born in Ireland, but in England, and when we returned to Belfast during the war, I was always referred to as the foreigner. My story is so much a mirror of wee Michael's I could have almost written it. I recall the "brown" of Belfast - clothing, decor, everything seemed to be brown!!! Even the black & white, hand-coloured photos of our family taken at the time are with brown clothes! The memories kept swarming back: the wet cobble stones and square-sets of the roads, the draught-horses slipping on the ice, the smell and noise of the city, the Saturday night tin bath in front of the fire - coal in Belfast. Living with my grandparents until we emigrated to Australia, I recall G'dad's taciturn nature. He adored my younger sister, but had little time for an over-active 6 yo. Then spending summer holidays on Robbo's farm (the Robinsons had a farm at Hillsborough, Co. Down) helping with the harvest, early morning chores like milk, eggs, water from the pump in the yard - no running water, earthen floor. I can't recall wearing anythig but wellies, except in summer when we went barefoot. Rationing on all things except chewing gum and ice-cream, making butter in the churn, coal fire in Belfast, peat in Hillsborough, the new Ferguson tractor (father's business was making agricultural machinery and selling tractors), oh the awful butter-milk which, like wee Michael, I just couldn't stomach. Then the religious divide - so real and so unnesessary. I think that that was one reason my parents chose to emigrate. But perhaps the most striking feature of the story, written in conversational style, is the phraseology. It is so like our family conversations. The words, the expressions, the dropped letters, the way the sentences are structured - I can hear, now, my aunt, mother and gran in the kitchen, all talking simultaneously to each other and yet each following the other's conversation perfectly. A lovely story, thanks for mentioning it. Gordon BTW, when we arrived in Australia in '48 my sister and I spent several summers with an aunt and uncle in rural Victoria. Although the most densely populated state, that town wasn't connected to the grid until 1968, so we were already accustomed to the oil lamps and wood-fired stove. ___ CoTyroneList Mailing List Mailing List Email Address: CoTyroneList@cotyroneireland.com Change Your Preferences: http://cotyroneireland.com/mailman/listinfo/cotyronelist_cotyroneireland.com Mailing List Archive: https://goo.gl/mQCKrY
